I AM GOD!

Storage wonderland.

The golden sun shines on the golden beach, even the waves of the sea are golden, and the 100-meter-high flower tree glows a brilliant rainbow in the sun.

Everything is telling others that this place does not belong to the human world.

This is wonderland.

The puppet Oran's wheelchair slowly rolled down the **** to the rainbow tree. It looked at the tree hole of the rainbow tree, waited for a while, and finally the wheelchair slipped away again.

The next day, it came again.

Sometimes it came on its own, sometimes it was pushed by San Rafael.

It had been waiting for Tut to reply to it, but the letter never came.

"Why didn't you come?"

"Have you forgotten?"

San Rafael didn't think too much: "Old Tut must be very busy and has a lot to do."

The puppet Oran made fun of him: "He must be so confused that he forgot to reply to me."

The puppet Oran decided to write another letter to the old Tut, asking how the old Tut was doing recently and how his textile machine manufacturing workshop was doing. .

"Send another letter!"

The puppet Oran wrote a letter and dropped it into the tree hole of the rainbow tree. Although the rainbow tree in the storage wonderland is not used to send and receive letters, it also has such a function.

The letter is sent to the stationery wonderland, and then cast into the distance.

But this letter has no destination.

finally.

was returned.

Under the rainbow tree, Oran, the puppet lying in a wheelchair, couldn't help reaching out and grabbed the letter.

Looking at the letter that had not been opened at all, then looked at Saint Raphael.

"The letter was not delivered, and it was returned?"

"What means?"

Saint Raphael looked at the letter without speaking.

As a family of dreams.

as the messenger of the gods.

No one knows better than them what it means to have a letter not delivered.

San Rafael did not dare to speak to the puppet Oran, but could only say: "The messenger did not find old Tut!"

The puppet Oran then asked: "What does it mean that Tut was not found."

Saint Raphael's sobbing voice finally couldn't help but say: "He is dead."

Doll Oran: "Dead?"

The sobbing of the forest fairy grew louder and louder. Unlike the doll Oran, she had a very short understanding of death.

She never learned to say goodbye to life.

"A living being will be directly connected to the root, and it is impossible for the messengers on duty in the Kingdom of Creation to find it."

"As long as the person is alive, the letter will not be returned."

"It will always wait for the other party to receive it."

"He may have turned into a lantern and entered the kingdom of the God of Alchemy and Desire. It is also possible that the dream of life has not yet entered the fantasy star sea."

after death.

You can choose to go to a country where you believe in gods, and your gods will come to pick you up.

You can also choose to enter the Fantasy Star Sea.

That is the destination that the Creator placed for ordinary living beings and civilization.

Of course, there is also a possibility that even the dream of life has been shattered and failed to enter the fantasy star sea.

Ordinary people do not have the ability to do this kind of thing, and it is difficult for the powerful people below the myth to destroy the law and leave other people's dreams of life. Only the powerful can do this kind of thing.

but.

Who will destroy their dreams of life?

The puppet Oran looked at Saint Raphael, and there was no emotion in the jewel-encrusted eyes.

Then he mechanically turned his head and looked at the tree hole again, without speaking.

But Saint Raphael finally couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

"he left."

"And then never came back."

Saint Raphael has long understood that the goodbye of mortals is completely different from the goodbye of fairies in the forest.

she knows.

The goodbye that mortals say is the last goodbye.

When we can see you again.

People don't usually say goodbye easily.

But this goodbye came too soon.

As if turning around and waving goodbye, the figure of that person has disappeared and disappeared into the sunlight.

can no longer be seen.

The puppet Oran took his letter and quietly returned to the White Tower of Exile.

It walked into the hut where old Tut once lived, and went round and round, often stopping in front of the stairs that old Tut had blocked him several times.

It came to the Taring School at a very young age.

It is a genius of the Taring School, and has become a third-order power at a young age.

It is very similar to the teacher, longing and pursuing the so-called Taling Profound Truth.

The only difference is.

The teacher is very old, and it was very young at that time; the teacher has not much time, and it still has a lot of time to pursue the Taling Mysteries.

A great goal is usually accompanied by the accumulation of generations, measured in hundred years.

Most people are just people who build towers.

rather than being a star picker.

People always say, leave the opportunity to the younger generation, but who doesn't want to be the one who picks the stars.

The teacher is in a hurry, he doesn't want to wait, waiting for the future that he can't see.

What he wanted was a future that he could grasp right away.

He wants to be the star-catcher himself.

The puppet Oran witnessed the establishment of this white tower, which was built for the pursuit of the Taling Mysteries and for their dreams.

And finally.

But it became their death grave, and the grave of their dreams.

It had thought many times what it would have chosen if it had been the teacher at the time.

"Will I choose to be the one who laid the foundation?"

"Or do you want to be a star picker at all costs?"

It once acquiesced to the teacher's experimentation, at least not explicitly.

at that time.

The answer is already there.

It got up from the wheelchair and stood under the White Tower.

For the first time it saw itself so clearly.

It saw its own teacher, and also saw the shadow of itself, the two were back to back, behind the White Tower and the circling evil spirits.

The puppet Oran stretched out his hand.

Touching the shadow standing with the teacher in its eyes.

"It wasn't my fault."

"I'm guilty."

"Old Tut is right. I am guilty. I am the same person as the teacher."

"I am just as unwilling to be the founder as he is, we just want to be the most dazzling person in the world and become a successful person in picking up stars."

"We are not dreaming for everyone, not pursuing generations of profound meanings for the Taring School."

"US…"

"Just for your own dreams, just for the most shining self."

"For this, we blind ourselves, we try to take impossible shortcuts."

For the first time, the puppet Oran admitted that he and the teacher had committed the same sin, and looked at his heart.

Finally, it lowered its head and said.

"Tutt!"

"I'm sorry."

The doll came to the fairy in the forest.

tell her.

"I'm leaving."

San Rafael was not surprised, she seemed to know Oran would come.

But she didn't agree.

In her eyes, the puppet Oran will also be like Tut,

Leave.

Then never come back.

Saint Raphael, the fairy in the forest, found various reasons and told the puppet Oran that it should not leave here, it should stay here.

"Orland!"

"You can't even walk. Every movement will make Elena's heart erode you one more point, and eventually make you a real puppet."

"A puppet that can't talk."

"The outside world is too dangerous, and I shouldn't have let Tut leave."

San Rafael bit his lip: "He left us, really left us."

Saint Raphael regretted it, she felt that she let Tut leave, and Tut died because of it.

she thought.

If Tut stayed in the storage wonderland, they could live happily ever after.

Doll Oran: "Isn't that what mortal life is like?"

"Birth, growth, aging."

"A little bit eroded by years."

"finally."

"Die."

"Whether it's eroded by the years or the power of Elena's heart, it's actually the same."

The puppet Oran told the fairy in the forest.

As a mortal, as an ordinary snake man.

"Lord San Rafael."

"You are the fairy in the forest and the messenger of the gods. In your eyes, life is a long river whose end is hard to see, and you are surrounded by gods whose time is indelible."

"But we are not."

The puppet Oran looked at the rainbow tree, and watched the petals of the rainbow tree fall and blow into the sea: "The life in our eyes is the flowers and leaves on the tree."

"It's born on a tree, but it eventually falls."

"Blowing in the wind and falling into the dust."

"Covered with dirt."

"Ablation Corrosion."

"Return to the nutrients of the tree."

The puppet Oran stood in front of the fairy in the forest, and it wanted to show a smile, telling mortals that birth and death are just a normal part of life.

Let San Rafael not care, let her let herself go.

But the face of steel makes it unable to convey any emotion, and even the voice is cold.

"This is my destiny."

"The fate of a mortal."

"Isn't it a romantic thing to become a real puppet compared to death?"

"Maybe at that time I can really come back to you, become a real puppet, and sit by your side forever."

When San Rafael heard Oran say this, he immediately kept shaking his head.

She shouted at Oran unacceptably.

"Do not!"

"I don't want you to say that."

"I don't want you like that, I don't want a puppet like that."

San Rafael was angry and sad.

"I do not miss you…"

"Become a puppet like that."

Saint Raphael looked at her puppet with a sad expression on her face, she said while holding back her tears.

"That's not my doll."

Doll Oran: "What's the difference between you letting me stay and letting me become a real doll?"

San Rafael asked it, "Can I go with you?"

The puppet Oran traveled through the kingdoms of the two gods and heard many rumors about the gods, secrets that should not be known by mortals.

The fairies in the forest were born with the mission entrusted by the master of the dream.

It is the messenger of the gods.

When they have no mission, they are no longer messengers of God.

No longer high above.

The puppet Oran rejected her: "You can't give up your mission, this storage wonderland is your dream, what you want to do."

"You paid so much for this."

"You shouldn't give up these things for me."

The puppet Oran stretched out his hand, trying to comfort San Rafael.

But in the end, he let go.

it says.

"You are the messenger of the gods, and you have your mission and duty."

"When you start to meddle in human disputes, you are no longer the messenger of the gods."

Saint Raphael looked at the puppet Oran, and she understood that she could no longer stop Oran from leaving.

She actually knew about Saint Raphael for a long time, but she didn't know that the separation came so suddenly.

Tears of Saint Raphael could not help but flow down.

The puppet Oran told San Rafael: "When we mortals leave, we say goodbye with a smile."

"and."

"When you smile, it's the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen in this world."

San Rafael suddenly couldn't help laughing when he heard the doll Oran say that.

The snot and tears stay together, looking a little funny.

She was sad, but what Oran said made her a little bit happy.

then.

She smiled and wept just like that, looking at the doll Oran.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally San Rafael asked it, "Are we still friends?"

Doll Oran: "Of course!"

San Rafael: "Always?"

Doll Oran: "Of course."

Saint Raphael walked in front of the puppet Oran, hugged it gently, and then stretched out his hand to aim at the puppet Oran's heart.

The colored light flowed into the heart of the puppet Oran and turned into a polygonal barrier that bound the border of the heart.

"I asked my friend to see the Cup of God."

"Orland!"

"You are not above the props sequence of the Cup of God."

"The reason why you didn't fall into madness is because you didn't become a prop, and your source wasn't eroded; maybe it's because there's a certain threshold set in Elena's heart, and only those who have reached this threshold can truly Fusion of its power, and you're not really recognized by her."

"But I have no way to help you get back to your original state. I am a creature of dreams, and I don't know much about creatures of wisdom blood."

"The power of dreams is the power of the realm, and I can help you seal it up."

"As long as you don't break the seal, it won't advocate against you again"

"but."

"You can't easily use the power of Elena's heart, you can only use the rest of your power."

"Once you break the seal, the erosion starts again, and even accelerates."

The puppet Oran looked at the colorful light in his heart, as if he saw Saint Raphael guarding him.

"thank you."

"Lord San Rafael."

"I feel so much better, like you've been holding my fragile heart so it doesn't explode."

This description made San Rafael burst into laughter: "Just call me San Rafael."

The puppet Oran could finally stand up and walk freely.

It was donned an alchemist's robe and a top hat, and San Rafael gave him a pair of boots and gloves that looked perfectly fitting.

When parting, it said to San Rafael.

"Old Tut gave you a music box, but I've been thinking about it for a long time and I don't know what I should give you."

"Because everything I have is given to me by you."

"Including this wheelchair."

Even Oran himself is a puppet of San Rafael.

San Rafael looked at the wheelchair she had been pushing the puppet Oran around, and suddenly remembered those old days.

She once used it to take the puppet Oran all the way down the tower, and then ran crookedly on the trail, the bumps made the puppet keep bouncing.

Those scenes are all in the past.

The laughter of the past is now remembered, but it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Because you are about to lose it.

Saint Raphael held his hand behind the wheelchair, as if he was still pushing Oran again.

She said to the puppet Oran.

"I left the wheelchair."

"I'll keep it forever."

She said it again: "Forever."

The puppet Oran used to be an alchemist genius, but a genius has always been withdrawn, and he is just as stubborn.

The more this happens, the less you know how to express yourself.

"thanks!"

"Thank you for your continued care, San Rafael."

San Rafael: "I don't like you thanking me, that makes me feel rusty."

The puppet Oran didn't know what to say.

Like San Rafael's Farewell to Strangers, it doesn't know how to say goodbye to people.

The puppet stood on the seashore, looking at the vast sea.

As the door of the storage wonderland opened, he saw the sunrise sea coastline in the distance, the bustling and busy world on earth.

Oran knew it was time to leave, but when he really wanted to leave, he was at a loss.

It's been out of this world for too long.

The outside world is no longer the world it is familiar with.

Banishing the White Tower and this isolated island has imprisoned it for too long, and even made it accustomed to the life of captivity, treating this place as a world, as everything.

When you lose your freedom for too long, you start to fear freedom.

The puppet Oran stood by the sea for a long time.

But finally.

It still walked away.

Saint Raphael watched the puppet Oran leave, crossed the illusory gate of fairyland, and disappeared above the sea.

Now.

She is the only one left in the entire storage wonderland, and there are also a group of storage spirits.

San Rafael watched as the door closed completely and all the ripples calmed down.

Only one person pushed the wheelchair and slowly returned to the White Pagoda.

She pushed her wheelchair up a little bit around the inclined ladder outside the White Tower, but tears kept dripping.

She pushed and wiped her eyes with her hands.

If usual.

She will definitely cry loudly, wanting to let everyone know her sadness, her happiness, and her mood.

She never hides it.

But when she was alone, she found that she was only sad.

She activated a storage compartment of her own and watched it open.

Then.

Pushed the wheelchair in and watched it close.

"Buzz~"

In the storage compartment, there is a wheelchair and a small wooden box.

Look at these two things, look at the dense storage grids, and look at the things that everyone puts into here.

San Rafael finally understood his duty.

She is a storage fairy.

She once thought that when she became a storage fairy, she would have all the treasures in the world.

She felt like that, she was the richest person in the world, the most envied person.

But she suddenly understood at this moment.

Not all things are enough to be called treasures, and the treasures that everyone has are completely different.

A real treasure.

Not because of its own preciousness, nor just because of its rarity, but because of the special meanings it carries.

Not reproducible.

Not to be copied.

And she can completely leave those past, those memories.

Every item stored here is a treasure, precious or not.

City of Gold.

The puppet Oran came here after walking for several days, because its appearance was so special that he had to avoid crowds on the way.

It got on a trailer carrying wood, and the Sail Pack Beast pulled the car calmly into the Golden City.

People come and go on the street.

Oran couldn't help lowering the brim of his hat in the car, carefully looking at the city through the gap between the boards.

It uses its own eyes to find traces in its own memory that can be compared.

It cannot express its own mood.

With hope, with anxiety.

After all, the term "near-nostalgia" does not exist in the Land of Sunrise.

Decades have passed.

The Golden City has many shadows from the past, but in the eyes of the puppet Oran, there are more changes.

This is a city where it lived from childhood to adulthood, and a city that is completely unfamiliar today.

finally.

It found a place called the Tut Textile Machine Construction Workshop, and the entire workshop was in chaos at the moment,

Many people can be seen arguing, and the craftsmen are at a loss.

"I haven't found a teacher yet?"

"Did anyone see the teacher last? No one in the temple has seen it?"

"What about the workshop?"

"The teacher is gone, you just think about the workshop."

"Morman, this is the teacher's hard work. How could we just watch it fail like this, and what about the hydraulic spinning machine? Can it be built?"

"Alsmore, I think you are..."

Several servant alchemists who had just been empowered and who had not even mastered the first magical technique were arguing at the moment, and they were about to fight directly.

The workers in the workshop quickly grabbed them, but it could be seen that the atmosphere was very tense.

at this time.

A person walked out of the gate and came to the workshop.

This person immediately attracted everyone's attention, and even many people suddenly widened their eyes.

Because this man has no tail, he is wearing a pair of black leather boots.

A young man came up: "Who are you?"

The man raised his head: "My name is Oran."

Underneath the pointed hat turned out to be a metal face, which terrified the people present.

Many snake artisans retreated.

"what is this?"

"Iron...Iron...Iron man."

"Doll?"

"How can the puppet talk?"

But other people suddenly felt that the name Oran was very familiar, and they immediately reacted after a long time. This is the close friend in the mouth of old Tut.

A powerful alchemist of the Taring School.

A young man named Alsmo stepped forward and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Oran?"

He repeated: "Mr. Oran of the Tarling School?"

The puppet walked up to him: "You know me?"

Alsmo nodded: "I heard the teacher talk about you."

The doll looked Alsmo up and down: "Are you a student of Tut?"

Alsmo glanced at a few people around him: "Not only me, but also Morman, Gu'an, and Stia."

Although the appearance of the doll Oran is a bit strange, in Tut's mouth, the person in front of him is an alchemist with the power of an apostle.

It is not surprising that such a powerful being has such a strange appearance.

And in the legend, shouldn't those apostles have the form of gods?

This is just right.

Doll Oran: "What are you doing? What happened recently?"

"I haven't heard from Tut for a long time and sense that something may be wrong."

"So I came here specially to find him."

Several Tut students reacted immediately, telling the craftsmen in the workshop not to talk nonsense, and then took Oran into the back, and then talked about the recent events in detail.

Under the narration of several Tut students, the puppet Oran finally knew what had happened recently.

How did Tut set up this workshop, how did Tut lead the students to make spinning machines and looms, and how did Tut win great success and repercussions.

Then the students even talked about the hydraulic spinning machine, but the machine was not here, and they could only talk about it with the drawings.

The puppet did not expect that Old Tut had already accepted so many students so quickly.

Looking at these chattering young people with hope and motivation in their eyes, Oran couldn't help but think of Tut and himself.

The Taling School, which was once destroyed, seems to have reappeared here.

"so."

"You don't know where Tut went?"

Several students looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Has no one seen him again?"

The students still shook their heads, Tut disappeared too suddenly, without any sign or clue.

Alsmore: "Mr. Oran, don't you know where Mr. Tut went?"

"Is it possible that he is looking for you?"

Another student, Moorman, was very worried: "The teacher won't be in danger, right?"

A student named Gu An was very anxious: "I must find the teacher. Without the teacher, the entire Tut textile machine manufacturing workshop will be finished. The career that the teacher has worked hard for so long to start will be in vain."

The puppet Oran looked into the eyes of the students and knew that they really didn't know what was going on.

They thought Tut was just leaving suddenly, not knowing that Tut was dead.

In the end, it can only speak.

"Do not worry!"

"Since I'm here, you don't have to worry."

"I'll take care of the rest."

Only then did Tut's students settle down and invite Oran to live in their home.

But Oran stayed, wanting to see the workshop that Tut had set up.

It didn't tell the students the fact that Tut was probably dead, maybe it was unwilling to say such a cruel thing, or it couldn't accept it itself, and there was a glimmer of hope.

He wandered around the closed workshop, watching the finished wood spinning machines and looms that were made.

As it walked, it recalled a passage of what Tut said just now by the students.

"Everyone knows to look up at the stars in the sky."

"They all want to have wings and fly in the wind."

"But no one bowed their heads and built that ladder to the sky."

"Because it's too troublesome to build a ladder, and it takes too long, maybe until I die, this ladder can't be built."

"only."

"Not everyone can grow wings, and not all the time the wind comes."

"People with extraordinary talents who grow wings will eventually become legends and disappear into history, which cannot be repeated; the lucky ones who fly in the wind will eventually end when the wind stops, and no one cares."

"They are changing themselves, not the world."

"But as long as we have a ladder to the sky, it's like the ancient snake people built the tower of the city of life."

"We all went up to the sky and touched the stars."

"That time period."

"Everyone can grow wings, and everyone can fly in the wind."

The students said that when Tut finally left, he said he was going to send himself a letter.

It doesn't know if there is this passage in the letter, but it thinks there is, because this passage is not only about Tut, but also Oran.

And the whole Taring School.

In the end, it stopped in front of the first spinning and loom that Tut weaved.

The two machines were placed on the highest table, and at first glance they knew they were not for sale.

The puppet is close to this somewhat bulky and sturdy machine, which looks much rougher than the later stripped down.

It is engraved with dense small characters on the front.

"Tutt, Morman, Gu'an, Alsmo..."

That's the list of craftsmen who made this loom.

Finally, stopped at one sentence.

"This is the first ladder to the sky, the first cornerstone of the Tower of Babel."

The puppet Oran also fully understood what Tut wanted to do, and Tut's intention for establishing this workshop.

The puppet Oran couldn't help but say, "Tutt!"

"You are the real hero, you are the one who truly has a dream."

"You are the real alchemist who is pursuing the profound meaning of Taling."

At this moment, the sky is getting dark.

And all of a sudden, a light in Tut's loom manufacturing workshop came on for some unknown reason.

The light just illuminated the two machines.

The dust under the lights was like gold threads, and the text on the wood was clearly visible, and even faintly felt golden streaks.

A figure appeared under the light and stood behind the machine.

Doll Oran looked over.

The other party is just standing outside the light, and it can't see the other party's appearance no matter how it looks.

The other party took off the lamp and held it in his hand.

The light overflowed, illuminating the entire textile machine manufacturing workshop.

The entire workshop seemed to have become a sea of ​​light.

However, the light still could not illuminate the shadow of the other party. At this moment, the other party seemed to be completely integrated into the light and turned into a light and shadow.

The puppet stood under the stage and did not speak.

It didn't even ask who the other party was, just stared at each other closely.

The palm of the shadowy figure brushed the wooden machine, and the fingertips brushed the names on it, brushing the last sentence.

"do you know?"

"In addition to the magical props in the world, which you call alchemy props, there is also a kind of dream-powered props called miracle props."

"The appearance of the first miracle prop appeared to understand the truth and knowledge of this world."

"Each piece represents life's search for truth."

"Whenever the descendants of the King of Wisdom take a great step in the path of truth, a miracle will come."

"In the era when the supreme **** was still walking on the earth, in the era when gods walked with people, in the era when mortals lived at the foot of the pyramid temple."

"It's just that this God is not the God you imagined; the eldest son is not as simple as the eldest son you think."

"And those gifts are now gone."

"Gods no longer appear in the world, and mortals don't even remember their names."

"Otherwise, if you create something like this, you will get the gift of God in the first place."

"pity."

"This is the preference of the Supreme God for his eldest son."

The figure of light raised his head and said to the puppet Oran.

There was infinite sigh in his voice.

"The three-leaf man."

"The eldest son of the gods."

It seems that Guanghua Renying is very emotional about the lineage of the eldest son of God, perhaps because he has an inextricable relationship with him in his own past.

The puppet Oran remembered something, the mural he saw in the Land of Blood.

The beginning of myth.

The source of all things.

"Ledrich, the eldest son of the creator, the king of wisdom."

The mysterious man nodded: "It seems that you have learned a lot from the fairy in the forest."

Immediately afterwards, the other party looked at the chest of the puppet Oran.

Covered by the robe, the stone "heart" radiating light.

"Elena's heart."

The other party pronounced its name.

Guanghua figure said: "Give it up!"

"You can't afford the responsibility it bears."

"Elena is a disciple of the first-generation truth sage Sandan, and a close friend of the second-generation truth sage Lan En."

"Whether it's Asai, the **** of truth and knowledge, Vivien, the scarlet goddess, or Shaw, the evil **** of the abyss."

"They are all just the third generation inheritors of the Temple of Truth."

The puppet Oran already knew Elena's amazing identity, but she never knew it in such detail.

But Oran the doll wanted to know something else, something he cared more about.

"And what about those who used to be?"

"What about those who used to be in the Temple of Truth? Have most of them also become gods? Have they become ancient and eternal myths?"

The shadow of light told it: "It is because they went one after the other that they created the path to truth and eternity."

"It is because of them that the gods are now."

"It's only now."

When the puppet Oran heard this answer, he was suddenly relieved.

turn out to be.

It is those ancient seekers, the ancient sages who pursued from generation to generation, that have today's gods.

It was they who built the towers that led to the later.

Nowadays.

Star picker.

The puppet Oran looked at his heart: "You said it bears a responsibility, what kind of responsibility is that?"

Actinic figure: "A race's responsibility."

The puppet Oran also lowered his head and touched his chest: "Is she a three-leafed person? She projected those ancient cities again and again, did she want to do something for her race?"

Guanghua figure shook his head at the puppet: "She is not a clover!"

"She is of another ancient race."

"The people of Demon Abyss."

This is the first time the puppet Oran has learned of this race, and it has always thought that Elena is one of the three-leaf people.

What are the people of the Demon Abyss?

The puppet Oran looked dazed.

It looked at the figure of light, how could one person know so many secrets of the previous era, the secrets of the gods.

"Who are you?"

There was a faint guess in the puppet's heart, but he didn't say it.

Guanghuayingying didn't say anything, but left a copper-cased book on the spinning machine: "We will see you again."

The puppet Oran watched as the light disappeared little by little, and the lamp was hung back in the corner.

It climbed up the high platform and got the copper-cased book.

This is not an ordinary book, it turned out to be an alchemy tool.

The puppet Oran looked at the text above: "Divine Favor!"

The puppet Oran raised his head, which was basically confirmed.

It sat on the spinning machine and watched the whole workshop.

It thought for a long, long time.

In the end it decided to stay.

It is not only to find the truth of the disappearance of old Tut, but also to inherit the will left by Tut and accomplish what Tut failed to do.

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"I want, too."

"But if this era requires me to be the founder, then follow this mission!"

The puppet Oran looked to the other side, and another figure seemed to appear in its eyes.

"right!"

"Tutt!"

Sky Miracle Garden.

The Queen of Gold asked God Ivar, "Is it the new apostle you chose?"

God Iva shook his head: "I don't know."

"I don't know what I should choose, I just think it at least qualifies as a Tinder."

"As for whether it is the new apostle or not."

"Just look at the people in the Land of Sunrise, what kind of people will they choose to become the apostles of the new era and the myth of the new era!"